Ah! now I see it plain. He would be babbling.
No doubt a garrulous and hard-faced traitor—
But I'll not give you leave.
[Draws.
Lovel. What does this madman mean?
John. Come, sir; here is no subterfuge;
You must kill me, or I kill you.
Lovel (drawing). Then self-defence plead my excuse.
Have at you, sir.
[They fight.